"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written."
~Henry Miller
(American Author and Writer, 1891-1980)
Monday, January 22, 2001
I'm probably not going to be posting tonight, I'm cold, tired, sick and not feeling very poetic tonight. I'm more interested in a warm bed, snuggling up against a warm body. Do I need to mention that the warm body I speak of is my feverish 4 yr old? *sigh* he is in my bed and will be, I'm sure, when I am ready to go to sleep. He's like a warm, snuggly teddy bear, and I don't complain much about our late night snuggles, unless he pukes on me......
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